"It hurts" the boy said without moving his lips
"Here," the girl touched her fingers to the boy's eyelids, "let me feel."

And they stayed like that for a long time, in silence, until tears fell from the girl's eyes,
And the boy said, "See?"
And the girl said, "Feel."

The girl felt weighted, but the boy looked lighter
So every time the boy got the heavy look in his eyes
The girl touched them to draw the pain out of him and into her.

He is the middle child, neglected and ignored.

Past lures people into nostalgia and regret and spins them into his web like a spider.
He binds them to their pain.

Future owns faith and hope and holds out a hand for people to grab, but he pulls away at the last minute so they're always stumbling forward for more.

Today is left alone.
He blooms flowers  and spreads fragrances, but the people don't notice.
So he covers the skies and makes them cry ice to say to the people,

"This, notice this, feel this, breath this, live, in this!"

and the people pat each other on the back and say,

"The sun will come out tomorrow."

My soul will not rest. It will not quiet. How did we get here with our souls in different states? It's you I needed next to me when everyone else was a flake. The world seems brighter with you by my side like we were here to destroy it and rip out its insides. With a straight posture and blood on our hands, we would walk side-by-side to conquer the land. Now I'm alone drifting in this sea when it's you that I want here with me.
Sincerely, a friend.